MLK Poem

We Are Many Widening the Soul Further

I walk on the frozen lake,
setting sun being swallowed whole,
boots kicking up new snow.

I fall into empty space,
the dogs run ahead,
bravery settles over my capital city.

I walk on the frozen lake,
the inner content of the soul singing,
spreading pink over snow crystals.

I meet Martin Luther King,
we hug and he runs after the dogs,
yelling, “justice delayed is justice denied.”

I walk on the frozen lake,
silence and dead dreams being swallowed whole;
we are many widening the soul further.

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